Some things I just don’t want to let out,

Green-eyed devils

Go wandering about.

And following them, no doubt

Angers presence is stout.

I’m sorry I ran out of jokes

And ran out of smoke

To cover your eyes.

I’m sorry I’m not who you think.

Give me a moment, I’ll be gone in a blink.

There are some things I don’t want in the air.

Once they’re out there,

They’ll hang there, cold and bare.

Talkin’ ‘bout how you “dont care”,

At least, not anymore.

That’s fair.

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Not all animals should be set free.

Not all things are made to see.

Not every cage has a key.

Perfect, not every life’s supposed to be.

That’s fine with me,

Is it fine with you?